Fumes from rickety cars

Debris of scraps scattered

Stains of diesel paints the ground

An unbearable noise from a motor on the right

An unbearable noise from cars in front, back and left

While the stench from the public toilet nearby

Sells nasty archaic foods in the air

Diesel stained finger nails feel the heat

Underneath the begging old car

Which pleads for reincarnation

Can you say that is death?

That is living for me

That is a life struggling to live free

A life straining for honesty

Fingers which know there are those worse off

Fingers which appreciate themselves

And stretch to move up

In hope of tomorrow’s light

You can be better or worse off

Take a cue.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014





By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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